06-28-2019, 07:15 AM
Pteron's olive gaze flicks up to the sky. There are few places like this clearing in the woods of Taiga, where the blue stretches wide and open. Flight is more difficult here than it had been in Loess and the Brilliant Pampas, and Pteron has thought - more than once - that it is something of a shame. The dun stallion feels as much a creature of the sky as of the earth. Perhaps the previous invisibility of his wings has some deeper meaning, though if it does Pteron is not aware on any conscious level.
Aodhan's response brings the stallion's attention back to the spotted horse, and Pteron's mouth curls up into a smile at the other's modesty. One talent, he says, as though the sort of shifting he seems capable of is no more impressive than Pteron's wings. He supposes that he might have more numerous skills, but none seem quite as comparable as what his newfound companion is capable of.
The other says that he has not flown before, and Pteron frowns. Not in dislike ,but rather in concentration, and his brow furrows as he puzzles through their situation. "Take off is the hardest part," he muses aloud, "and I'd not want to have learned in these woods." He'd learned to fly as a horse, and imagines Aodhan will do the same. A running take-off is the easiest if one has not conditioned their wings properly, and a running take off would be more than difficult in this small meadow.
"Can you be something small?" He asks curiously, wondering if perhaps they might skip the learning to take-off part entirely. "Maybe I could get you up in the air, and then you could fly from there?"
@[Aodhan]
Aodhan's response brings the stallion's attention back to the spotted horse, and Pteron's mouth curls up into a smile at the other's modesty. One talent, he says, as though the sort of shifting he seems capable of is no more impressive than Pteron's wings. He supposes that he might have more numerous skills, but none seem quite as comparable as what his newfound companion is capable of.
The other says that he has not flown before, and Pteron frowns. Not in dislike ,but rather in concentration, and his brow furrows as he puzzles through their situation. "Take off is the hardest part," he muses aloud, "and I'd not want to have learned in these woods." He'd learned to fly as a horse, and imagines Aodhan will do the same. A running take-off is the easiest if one has not conditioned their wings properly, and a running take off would be more than difficult in this small meadow.
"Can you be something small?" He asks curiously, wondering if perhaps they might skip the learning to take-off part entirely. "Maybe I could get you up in the air, and then you could fly from there?"
@[Aodhan]